my careless contagion

Recently, I came across the term "echoism," which is described more in-depth in an article here (originally from a post on themighty.com) than I can get into. The article hit home for me; maybe I could even see myself reflected in it. Heh. Most people know the story of Narcissus and Echo, so I won't touch on that, but I will state that every Narcissus needs an Echo, and vice versa. The post on themighty.com focuses on narcissistic parents, which if I think about it long enough, I can say that at least one of them deserves that label, while the other one could be categorized as fragile (or a fragile narcissist). It's possible both could take that title, though. I'm not really concerned about making that declaration, especially because the Bible tells us to honor our father and mother, with the promise of having a long life. Honestly, though, I'm not interested in having a long life, so who cares? I think one of my brothers probably qualifies as a narcis...

This song and these lyrics have haunted my thoughts for years. Let's put aside the fact I once thought Lights (originally Valerie Poxleitner) was very attractive. If that's all this post was about, I wouldn't bother. I find her just plain weird these days, but that's beside the point. This song is not about driving a Kia Soul, although that thought has crossed my mind. It would have been a strange song to use in a car commercial, but I might be a proud owner of a Kia right now if that had been the case.  What I once thought was a silly, cute little song has stuck in my head and heart way too long to just brush it aside once more. There's something here I need to talk about.  When you live with someone for a number of years, you begin to identify with them in little ways. Then the little ways become big ways. They talk about you and you talk about them, and it's like you disappear. You're into them to the point that you actually do sometimes di...